joe-gallagher - Hello Poetry

As the last drops of morning dew rise up to the dawn When sleeping rosebuds begin to stir to mark the start of morn As the first notes of morning song swathe in from the night You cross the bridge from dark to grey then silver glinting light As a silent fox creeps its way back home to its rest When the alley cats chase the rats back to their hidden nests As the first flutter from a single bird takes to the air Then a chattering and rustling and a almighty bustling from inside the hidden lairs When single rays of sunlight burst down through the trees Like golden silk curtains shimmering on the breeze Then a distant bellow from a startled dog awakened by a sound and a sudden chatter from a brace of crows debating the meal they've found Then clinking glass and humming float cascades the overture With whistling man and rustling coat he's tinkering at the door And staring clock with tick and tock beats out the perfect time Awake all night, ti's my plight ghost be rid my mind.

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Aug 6, 2015

Aug 6, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC

Moment.

As the last drops of morning dew rise up to the dawn When sleeping rosebuds begin to stir to mark the start of morn As the first notes of morning song swathe in from the night You cross the bridge from dark to grey then silver glinting light As a silent fox creeps its way back home to its rest When the alley cats chase the rats back to their hidden nests As the first flutter from a single bird takes to the air Then a chattering and rustling and a almighty bustling from inside the hidden lairs When single rays of sunlight burst down through the trees Like golden silk curtains shimmering on the breeze Then a distant bellow from a startled dog awakened by a sound and a sudden chatter from a brace of crows debating the meal they've found Then clinking glass and humming float cascades the overture With whistling man and rustling coat he's tinkering at the door And staring clock with tick and tock beats out the perfect time Awake all night, ti's my plight ghost be rid my mind.

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The frozen shadows cast by the trees lie still as ghosts in the morning freeze shrinking against the rising dawn their misty spirits above my lawn A wisp of wind carries them aside in search of shadows for them to hide until the dark whence they return to their haunting beds to adjourn and come the morn they stretch their hands across the static frozen land then up the alley and across the grass tapping their fingers on my window glass the dancing figures perform a ball has skeletons upon my wall like nightmares from my childhood born But no they lie upon my lawn and yes they roam inside my earth the frozen shadows upon the turf the end

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC

Frozen shadows

The frozen shadows cast by the trees lie still as ghosts in the morning freeze shrinking against the rising dawn their misty spirits above my lawn A wisp of wind carries them aside in search of shadows for them to hide until the dark whence they return to their haunting beds to adjourn and come the morn they stretch their hands across the static frozen land then up the alley and across the grass tapping their fingers on my window glass the dancing figures perform a ball has skeletons upon my wall like nightmares from my childhood born But no they lie upon my lawn and yes they roam inside my earth the frozen shadows upon the turf the end

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I’m off out down to town, I’m off out for the night I’m dressed-up to the nines, oh what a lovely sight. I’ve got my shiny shoes on, I’ll get in any place I’ve got my brand-new suit on and my Durex just in case. I’ve learnt a trendy dance this week I’m off down to the Ritz I’ll spin and do the moon walk, might even try the splits. I’ll pick me out a woman and pester her all night I’ll tell her all about myself and set her heart a light. Might by myself some bubbly, make them think I’m rich All the girls will love me and the lads will all be sick. I’ll wear my Rolex wrist watch and my golden belcher chain, and my diamond studded cuff-links, might even take a cane. I’ve been down to the barber’s, for a Kevin Keagan perm I’ve been under the sunbed for a thirty minute burn. I’ve plucked out all the hair, from my nose and my ears I wear a leather G-string; got both ******* pierced. I move like John Travolta, smile like Steve McQueen there’s not one thing I’d alter I’m the perfect specimen. I am a medical marvel, I am a bundle of fun there’s no one else quite like me; I’m the special one. The end

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC

The special one

I’m off out down to town, I’m off out for the night I’m dressed-up to the nines, oh what a lovely sight. I’ve got my shiny shoes on, I’ll get in any place I’ve got my brand-new suit on and my Durex just in case. I’ve learnt a trendy dance this week I’m off down to the Ritz I’ll spin and do the moon walk, might even try the splits. I’ll pick me out a woman and pester her all night I’ll tell her all about myself and set her heart a light. Might by myself some bubbly, make them think I’m rich All the girls will love me and the lads will all be sick. I’ll wear my Rolex wrist watch and my golden belcher chain, and my diamond studded cuff-links, might even take a cane. I’ve been down to the barber’s, for a Kevin Keagan perm I’ve been under the sunbed for a thirty minute burn. I’ve plucked out all the hair, from my nose and my ears I wear a leather G-string; got both ******* pierced. I move like John Travolta, smile like Steve McQueen there’s not one thing I’d alter I’m the perfect specimen. I am a medical marvel, I am a bundle of fun there’s no one else quite like me; I’m the special one. The end

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All must pass by hooded lane through hollow way and on that day when you rest on swimming plain Again, your tears shall wither away. A march day morning like a lamb timidly waltzing the waters face Slowly, gently her face so fair she stares, in her natural grace. A place of enchantment. Then on to pastures of blazing shade sweet aroma, petal cascade Over hidden dweller Over hidden grave Seekers of tranquil shall only remain. With sun and sky, with earth and I with warmth as deep as mind. Through hooded lane, alone again I will leave my rues behind. Now down to rest on beds of leafs, and down to rest a while. Whilst beneath the earth their minds lay still, and mystically, alone, they smile. A place of enchantment The end

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC

Hooded way

All must pass by hooded lane through hollow way and on that day when you rest on swimming plain Again, your tears shall wither away. A march day morning like a lamb timidly waltzing the waters face Slowly, gently her face so fair she stares, in her natural grace. A place of enchantment. Then on to pastures of blazing shade sweet aroma, petal cascade Over hidden dweller Over hidden grave Seekers of tranquil shall only remain. With sun and sky, with earth and I with warmth as deep as mind. Through hooded lane, alone again I will leave my rues behind. Now down to rest on beds of leafs, and down to rest a while. Whilst beneath the earth their minds lay still, and mystically, alone, they smile. A place of enchantment The end

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Today I come to speak to you, a messenger of the gravest news. A spokesman from your leader’s views, the tradesmen of disaster. My Lords, ladies and gentlemen, my fellow countrymen, a wave of apprehension as engulfed us once again. We promise as your leaders, your future’s safe and sound so let me make it clear again the answers will be found. But first let me assure you, there’s no need to fear I’m sure you’ve seen the changes, so let me make it clear. Everything is for the best, just you wait and see now here I stand before you will you put your trust in me. We hoped there was a better way there’s nothing we’ve not tried So please believe me when I say with this my hands are tied. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours, we’ve also heard them too So let me make it clear again there’s nothing we could do. I hope I’ve given clarity, on what I’ve said today, And why we must all push on through co’s it’s the only way. I know that times are hard, but there’s better days ahead so please lets all be patient and remember what I’ve said. So let me finish here today and wish you all fair weather In times like these as we all freeze we must all stick together So until our next meeting, I’ll deliberate no more I'm not a man of many words, so bye I’m out the door. The end

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC

Political Babble

Today I come to speak to you, a messenger of the gravest news. A spokesman from your leader’s views, the tradesmen of disaster. My Lords, ladies and gentlemen, my fellow countrymen, a wave of apprehension as engulfed us once again. We promise as your leaders, your future’s safe and sound so let me make it clear again the answers will be found. But first let me assure you, there’s no need to fear I’m sure you’ve seen the changes, so let me make it clear. Everything is for the best, just you wait and see now here I stand before you will you put your trust in me. We hoped there was a better way there’s nothing we’ve not tried So please believe me when I say with this my hands are tied. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours, we’ve also heard them too So let me make it clear again there’s nothing we could do. I hope I’ve given clarity, on what I’ve said today, And why we must all push on through co’s it’s the only way. I know that times are hard, but there’s better days ahead so please lets all be patient and remember what I’ve said. So let me finish here today and wish you all fair weather In times like these as we all freeze we must all stick together So until our next meeting, I’ll deliberate no more I'm not a man of many words, so bye I’m out the door. The end

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She glistens and sparkles she shimmers the sun, She’s whispered her rush since time has begun With thundering clamour And restless dilemma Though she never veers out from her run. Her hair is the wind, her moods, the weather Her heart a boulder of stone. There’s ice to her touch There’s death in her clutch As she endlessly rolls alone. Her form, indefinable Her charms, undeniable As she spreads herself out on the sand. With passion and fight With wondrous delight She sculptures herself on the land. With white on her face And heart all a race With temper, she swirls up a fight Then calm and demure She’s silent once more And bathes herself in the moonlight

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC

Amazon

She glistens and sparkles she shimmers the sun, She’s whispered her rush since time has begun With thundering clamour And restless dilemma Though she never veers out from her run. Her hair is the wind, her moods, the weather Her heart a boulder of stone. There’s ice to her touch There’s death in her clutch As she endlessly rolls alone. Her form, indefinable Her charms, undeniable As she spreads herself out on the sand. With passion and fight With wondrous delight She sculptures herself on the land. With white on her face And heart all a race With temper, she swirls up a fight Then calm and demure She’s silent once more And bathes herself in the moonlight

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Scrape scratch rusty latch close the double doors Clitter clatter muffled natter in the corridors Cling clang dropping pans right outside my room needles gleaming patients screaming nurse is coming soon. Titter tatter coughing spatter; chest pain all a heave Needles ready hold on steady, rolling up my sleeve Sweat like hell, sickly smell lying on the bed Windows steaming my arm bleeding, bottle full of red. White washed walls, distant calls, nurses all a clatter Creaky crack stooping back, my heart a pitter patter Squeaky wheel tapping heel, rustling nylon coats Scribble babble noisy rabble, doctors taking notes. Beeping stream, loud machine, a tapping all the night People checking, doing my head-in; turning on the light Isolation; high contagion rubber glove and mask No hesitation, trepidation, they go about their task. Interruption with consumption, stops you in mid-flight Time stands still, take your pill and shiver throughout the night With ****** tears and deathly fears, image from which I stare don't let go, back home to Joe, to those I know who care. The end

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC

Consumption

Scrape scratch rusty latch close the double doors Clitter clatter muffled natter in the corridors Cling clang dropping pans right outside my room needles gleaming patients screaming nurse is coming soon. Titter tatter coughing spatter; chest pain all a heave Needles ready hold on steady, rolling up my sleeve Sweat like hell, sickly smell lying on the bed Windows steaming my arm bleeding, bottle full of red. White washed walls, distant calls, nurses all a clatter Creaky crack stooping back, my heart a pitter patter Squeaky wheel tapping heel, rustling nylon coats Scribble babble noisy rabble, doctors taking notes. Beeping stream, loud machine, a tapping all the night People checking, doing my head-in; turning on the light Isolation; high contagion rubber glove and mask No hesitation, trepidation, they go about their task. Interruption with consumption, stops you in mid-flight Time stands still, take your pill and shiver throughout the night With ****** tears and deathly fears, image from which I stare don't let go, back home to Joe, to those I know who care. The end

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